Fantastic Four Annual 001-027 (1963-1994) (upda... Direct

The Baxter Building hummed with a low-frequency vibration that usually meant Reed was playing with the fundamental constants of the universe again.

Johnny Storm drifted in, his feet barely touching the floor, a trail of smoke following his heels. "History? Boring. Unless it’s the year I get that vintage sports car." Fantastic Four Annual 001-027 (1963-1994) (Upda...

Ben picked his sandwich back up, which had survived the time-warp remarkably well. "Good. Because I don't care what decade it is—I'm still hungry." The Baxter Building hummed with a low-frequency vibration

Outside the window, New York shifted. One moment, the skyline was dotted with zeppelins; the next, the twin towers appeared, then vanished. Boring

"Ben, the stabilizers!" Reed pointed to a heavy iron lever that hadn't existed five seconds ago. "You have to hold the anchor!"

Suddenly, the room buckled. The sleek, modern laboratory equipment shimmered and turned into the clunky, oversized vacuum tubes of the sixties. Ben’s brow-ridge grew heavier, his rocky skin becoming more jagged, then smoothing out into the more defined orange scales of the mid-eighties. Johnny’s jumpsuit swapped logos three times in ten seconds.